For 28 Days

For 28 days
More people pay attention
To stories less told
Or that hardly get mentioned
Some get repeated
Just as before
About bridges and buses
And who’s here no more
For 28 days
We acknowledge the challenge
That healing can’t happen
If we ignore the damage
And for 28 days
We try to do better
By telling ourselves
That we’re in this together
But on the 29th day
Or on a leap year it’s thirty
Some forget once again
And stop getting hands dirty
Then for 337 days
Their memories fade
Until a tragedy happens
And we go into rage
Then we’re back to day one
Wondering how did this happen
Repeating the stories
We’re perpetually trapped in

Walk Through Walls

Walls do not exist

They’re figments of imagination

Designed to blind our consciousness

From what we’re afraid of facing

There are walls that are made of money

There are walls that are made of stone

And walls that are made of false beliefs

Passed down but not our own

Our walls are what protect us

They tell us who we are

And they also tell us who we aren’t

To keep those who aren’t us very far

Almost everybody has them

It’s how we maintain our borders

So those who know that they aren’t real

Are often caught defying orders

We see them as the outcasts

At best they are the martyrs

We take those who are simply living Truth

And we make them movement starters

That’s how we define them

Using retrospection

Approving of them after death

While in life they got rejection

In our guilt we make them heroes

We make them even greater in our minds

We tell ourselves we revere them

But in truth we’re drawing lines

“This far and no further”

Is what we’re really trying to say

“The quickest way to get a statue

Is to go the martyr’s way.”

Now we’re making walls with dreamers

And most of us don’t know

They want to make us famous

So we have nowhere to go

But here’s the thing that we don’t get

I was serious about what I said

Our walls truly do not exist

They’re all made up in our head

Taking away the body

Does not take away the being

We think we’ve put a stop to Truth

But we don’t know what we are freeing

Yeshua called it the last enemy

Because it’s the one that never was

And from it we’ve created worlds

Built on the premise that it does

It’s the Wall that shapes all walls

Telling the lie, “There’s nothing left.”

But once we see the other side

We know there’s no such thing as death

Now the walls begin to crumble

Once we know that they’re not there

And all of a sudden Yeshua makes sense

When he tells us don’t be scared

You can’t imagine what you can imagine

When there’s nothing there to stop you

The first thing that you realize

It that the ego self is not you

We’ve just been dreaming limitation

When in reality there is none

But soon we’ll know ourselves as we are known

The very image of the Son


© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II

Dr. Martin’s Dream With God

Martin Luther King’s dream was God’s dream

One for you and one for me

That all people could learn to live together

Seeking Justice and Harmony

It was not a new dream

But an old one long forgotten

The one God had in mind for us

Before we started plotting

We’ve been given many cultures

Many tribes and many nations

Different bodies. Different skin tones.

And different kinds of faces

But we have one thing in common

We all have God as Source

God spoke us all into being

Then set the galaxies on their course

All things are created with a vision

As in Heaven so on earth

God longs to share in all our lives

From the day our moms give birth

But somehow we forget God

And focus only on ourselves

But when there is no room for God

Soon there’s room for no one else

Different people make us nervous

“Why can’t they be like us?”

We stop caring about our neighbors

And focus more on all our stuff

Soon that’s all that matters

What we get and what we keep

And the dream of God is fading out

While we start to fall asleep

Then one of us says, “Wake up!”

Just like Dr. Martin did

Because he was taught the dream of God

In church as a little kid

So that’s why you are here today

To keep God’s dream alive

Just like Martin sought to do

So that all of us might thrive.


© Copyright 2015 Pedro S. Silva II




Though I’ve spoken at length

I haven’t said a word

And all this nothing that I’m saying

Is nothing but absurd

I speak with lies

So that you might hear the truth

I display for you illusion

That you might have proof

Do you know that this life, as most of us engage it, is mostly illusion?  Yes.  In fact, most of our lives have never happened as we have imagined them.  This may feel disconcerting.  I know we want to believe that our lives have meant something and that the stories that we have told ourselves about our lives have real substance. But, the reality is that it is not true.  Are you curious about why I would say such a thing?  You might ask, “What about my role in my family? What about all the ‘good’ that I have done?  What about world peace and saving the planet?  What about my religion?  Do you really expect me to believe that all of that is illusion?  I am somebody.  I am a special person who does special things that mean something in this world.”

Yes.  All of  those things are wonderful.  Yes. Only you could have had the experiences that you have had, are having, and will have.  Yes.  No one can do the work that you do here.  But… the meaning that we give to these things is not universal.  It is subjective and without inherent substance.  The only substance it has is what we give to it. And as such, every engagement that we have with the people, places, events, things etc. is a solitary experience that exists only for the creator of that experience…us.  And the fact is that this imagination of ours is a very awesome gift and a beautiful ability that God has shared with us, but what we do with it is only for us.  It cannot be shared.  And that my friends, is the paradox out of which all suffering is born. We cannot figure out how to get the whole world to go along with our storylines and many of us experience that as very lonely. And sadly, many of us get attached to people who have no interest in our stories, but who we have decided should especially agree to our awesomeness–often family–and we use most of our imagination trying to figure out ways to get their approval.

We want to be unique, special, awesome, and all things wonderful in the world.  But more than anything, we want to be right.  We want everyone to agree with the story we tell ourselves about what our life means–what the world means–and if they do not agree, our world comes apart.  Why?  Well, we want to be right because, on some level, we know that we are the creators of our own experience and yet, when our creations seem to get out of control, we do not want to take responsibility.  Why?  Because when we create a world where we are super special and the central character around which all of life revolves, then it is imperative that we maintain our “rightness” at all costs because without it, it seems that all hope is lost.  To us, being “wrong” is death because somewhere in the beginning of the story that we create for ourselves, we establish our infallibility as the prime directive.  No matter what happens, the story must end with our “rightness”.  Otherwise, it becomes very difficult to orient ourselves in the story.  If the “creator” is not always right then the story may turn out “wrong”.  So what is “wrong”?  Well, for most of us, “wrong” is whatever makes us feel uncomfortable.  And as such, “right” is what makes us comfortable.

Unfortunately, when we get to this point, it means that we have become lost in our own story.  It is like a swimmer who goes too far out into the water and gets tired. They then begin to fear drowning and may very well do so without help. Or better yet, it is like an actor who gets so lost in the character, that they no longer can tell the difference between themselves and the character that they are playing.  That is all well and good for the movies, but at some point and time the person has to be able to get out of character.  If they can’t bring themselves out, then they will need help from someone else.  So how can one do that? Well first off, the person doing the extraction has to be able to live in paradox.  Secondly, they have to decentralize themselves when they enter into another person or group’s story.  Third, they cannot value comfort over discomfort.  Fourth, they must be willing to become whatever the other requires in order to clandestinely guide the other out of the illusion—even if it means looking like a jerk, liar, or hypocrite. You can see this principle at work when people like Jesus went nuts on the moneychangers or when Abraham Lincoln said to Horace Greeley that:

“If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it, and if I could save it by freeing all the slaves I would do it; and if I could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone I would also do that. What I do about slavery and the colored race, I do because I believe it helps to save the Union; and what I forbear, I forbear because I do not believe it would help to save the Union.”

The ultimate requirement of an extractor, however, is that they have to be willing to die in the story. Think about the likes of Moses and Martin Luther King Jr. who made it to the mountaintop in the stories of which they are a part, but were unable to enter the “promised land” themselves.  Of course the above mentioned Abraham Lincoln did this too.  And if you really want to see this principle at work, you can’t see a better example than Jesus Christ. If the person is not willing to die in the story, then they will, out of necessity, try to shift the story for their own benefit.  They must be other focused or the extraction will definitely fail.  At all times they must work like they will live forever, but be willing to die right now.  And, this death does not simply mean the physical death.  It includes everything from being willing to walk away from a job to having your reputation tarnished.  You must have no attachment to the world that will supersede the prime directive—which is to steadfastly stand in reality while in the presence of illusion.

The above poem explains how this is done.  It requires faith.  Hebrews 11:1-3 teaches “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. For by it the elders obtained a good testimony. By faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that the things which are seen were not made of things which are visible.” (Check out the whole Hebrews Chapter 11 for examples) This is extremely important for someone doing extraction to remember, because if they do not have faith, they will be more likely to rely on their own understanding and be swayed by what things seem to be.  A person operating out of faith knows that the only Universal story is the one that emerges out of the context of eternal life—God’s Story of infinite abundance (If you can call it a story).  If the true story is emerging out of a context of eternal life, then all actions that have as their aim preserving the life of the actor, are illusory at their root.  This is why Jesus said in Mark 8:35 “For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake and the gospel’s (Good News) will save it.”  And this is precisely why we cannot share our individual stories. To live our lives in such a way that our purpose is to avoid death makes us death’s slave.  This is the ultimate illusion.

Paul makes this clear in Romans 6:16-18 when he says, “Do you not know that to whom you present yourselves slaves to obey, you are that one’s slaves whom you obey, whether of sin leading to death, or of obedience leading to righteousness? But God be thanked that though you were slaves of sin, yet you obeyed from the heart that form of doctrine to which you were delivered. And having been set free from sin, you became slaves of righteousness.”

Given this summation of things, to live in the fear of death is to be the slave of death. But to live in and toward eternal life is to serve eternal life–the only life there is. When one lives out of this reality, they can understand what Paul meant when he said, “O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory?” This has to be the mindset of one working toward the freedom of their friends lost in their own story. In John 15:13 Jesus says, “Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”  For many people this may sound like martyrdom.  It is not.  Death is a part of every life.  Ultimately, nothing tells us more about a person’s life than how they face death.  When one understands this, the love that Jesus is talking about becomes clearer as well.  It is this Love, born of faith that sets all people free.  There is no reality beyond the scope of this freedom.  All words fall short of describing this reality.  It must be lived.

Once someone begins living into eternal life, they will wonder why they did not give up their limited story sooner.  They will see their rescuers actions in a different light and they will appreciate the risk that their rescuers took to bring them back to true life.  Some may even choose to share the true life with others.  But none of this is a possibility until they break free from their story–until their feet feel the solid ground. As long as they are in fear they cannot know the love that would enter into their death story in order to bring them to life. For as 1 John 4:18 teaches, “There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.” Those operating from faith must put off fear even when we feel it and trust the promises of love that we have never been forsaken even in our darkest hour.

When right before he died in our story, Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?” that is, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” he showed the very depths he was willing to go to free us from illusion.  He put on the lie of death so that we could see life at work.  He lived wholly into every moment even into what we fear most and he did not try to avoid any aspect of it even the worst mental, physical, and spiritual pains that we could imagine–total abandonment, rejection, helplessness, and annihilation of our story.  But as I receive this choice he made in faith, I believe that he and others who have surrendered their own story of who they are for God’s story, have done so to show us that “the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us (Romans 8:18)” when we go the Way of Life in faith.